It is the small things

MontBlanc Meisterstück at the top and the Platinum #3776 Century at the bottom/Photography AdS

There really is no good reason for temperatures in the 80s and 90s but who listens to me, right? After suffering through that sweaty mess for the past few days we were rewarded with several rounds of severe weather that kept you up at night in a sea of blazing lights and roaring thunder. Now that those storms are gone, we are enjoying low seventies with a nice breeze.

I went into the yard this morning. I knew that the storm had taken a toll on our trees. I heard some cracks but stayed inside. It wasn’t as bad as I had feared. One tree in the front yard took all the hits. I sawed off the branches that were partly ripped from the trunk. What is left of the tree now looks like a swizzle stick. I hope it will recover but the damage could have been worse. Nobody got hurt and the house is fine.

One thing that I wanted to do for a long time is to switch the cartridges from my fountain pens. My MontBlanc Meisterstück has been Royal Blue since I got it years ago. I love the blue colour but after almost 16 years, it is time to spruce things up. My Platinum #3776 Century has been light brown since I bought it about two years ago. The colour is too light. I like the Sepia caramel brown from Kaweco better.

So, encouraged by the upper arm exercise of sawing off tree branches I set out to switch cartridges. I got a little over enthusiastic and now have a blue ink stain on the wall behind my desk. It is not a big stain. You can only see it when you get close to the socket, but yeah, score for Alice.

But after getting my hands stained with Sepia ink that got transferred to my glasses, I now have Sepia caramel brown in my Meisterstück and Pigment blue in my Platinum.

I really should not do chores before I had my third cup of coffee.

Enjoy the weekend!


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He should not have come to the funeral. He knew he was not welcome.  

He watched as the nurse treated his wounds. His mind went back to the voices he heard before he lost consciousness. He should have stayed in touch, should have been there instead of at the office.

Suddenly he sat up in his bed and cried. The nurse just looked at him. He frightened her but there was also sadness.

Then she saw how his tears carved paths down his cheeks through the caked dirt on his face. She knew he was mourning and held him tight.

*Flash Fiction 100 words

Downton Abbey: A New Era

Downton Abbey ticket
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This morning, we saw Downton Abbey, a new era. I have not followed the series so I was a tad at a loss about who-is-who but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the movie. The decorum, the costumes, the scenery, it is very beautifully done. It did have a déjà vu to a favourite movie of mine, Singing in the Rain. If you haven’t seen the movie yet, I won’t say more. You will enjoy it.

It was lovely to see so many actors who play parts in favourites of mine. Several played in the Harry Potter series and quite a few are from Midsomer Murders.

The movie follows two main plotlines. One takes place at Downton Abbey and the other in the South of France. But it is the third storyline that is of particular interest as it deals with mental health.

The stress placed on people to live up to certain expectations. The stress of being in a loving relationship knowing that you are not in love or inferior to someone or something else. The stress of not being accepted because you love someone from your own gender.

The stress of being adored knowing people laugh at you behind your back. The stress of knowing that your entire life can crumble around you due to something that happened decades ago. The stress of holding on to resentment even if misplaced, the stress of not being able to express grief properly, and most importantly, the stress not not being able to love your heart’s choice.

I will need to look up some family trees online to find the who-is-who so I can review the movie in my mind. It will be a pleasant rerun.